Spaced, Not Timed

Another day got away from me! My relationship with the clock has become strained.

My relationship with the thermometer is going nicely, though. The days are about to warm up enough to be quite pleasant. The kids will have a mild Halloween, with a nearly-full moon. I wouldn't mind going out and snagging some candy myself, but I haven't a thing to wear. Besides which, I still don't Officially exist. But maybe I could go as a bureaucratic ghost?

Must get moving or suffer a second day without a shower. In lieu of candy I'd settle for a few extra hours of sleep. Anybody handing that out?

Temporal Dislocations Continue

Three hours sleep today. That's on top of a deficit of more than ten hours over the previous four days. Oy.

But four days in a row are coming with highs in the 70s, so I'll have pleasant weather in which to recover from my exhaustion. Assuming no more disruptions occur, of course.

The air smells strange tonight, being full of fresh grass, late-blooming gardenias, and dry autumn leaves. It's not unpleasant, but very unusual. I intend to sniff as much of it as I'm able.